Life itself flows with many currents.
The up-front and on-top are the currents of personal realities, close-held allegiances.
Seldom if ever aside from angst, concern and relief or worry.
Tomorrow is a voting day. We each hold what we believe, many with such fervency. Nothing to be chagrin about it. It’s the pulsing of democracy. I know, somewhat Socratic [yep] but still, hopefully the world will not teeter to out of control.
I moan when the Broncos turn victory into defeat.
Even more, on a personal level, I ask for your prayers for Jason. He’s slowed his recovery pace, which brings massive concerns. No way. Not even a breath, can I be more supportive of Diane. She’s more than a mother to Jason…she’s his angel impersonating a human being. Please pray for them both, that the new day will not be all cloud cover.
And then. In all this, on this Monday morning, I read a high school student newsletter from Main East High School in Park Ridge, Illinois. My son, Matthew, is the faculty advisor. The newspaper, The Pioneer, is so comprehensive and well written. Here is their twitter connection: Twitter: @mrmattmiller. Am so proud of Matthew and grateful for his leadership.
Deeper. I ask, albeit personally but hopefully blog-worthy, what is of the deepest importance? I think of two G words, gratitude and generosity.
I truly believe without either our lives become shallow and our attitude condemning of anyone who disagrees with us both controls and dwarfs us.
Yesterday this came to my heart. I received the statement, which I will post. It said to me that what really counts, missed field goal kicks and political results aside, is whether or not our giving spirit is ingredient to our pulsing of life. My wonderful seminary professor, Doug Meeks, helping me to reach the doctoral degree, made it clear: IF WE WON’T GIVE WE DON’T GROW. I so believe that. To give is to grow. To be grateful for life and the possibilities for love to happen, I believe so very fully, God is pleased and says, “Keep on, keep on!”